Sunday, February 27, 2011


I searched for any type of answer that could finish off this test.
I never really liked cheating, in anything for that matter,
and I'm not going to start now.

So I've failed a couple of times before,
at least I knew that my effort was unconditionally mine,
and not anybody else's.

But now I'm troubled at being dealt this card,
I want to peak at other answers,
but I know the answer is when the question is read.

I'm now beginning to believe that I'm depressed.

Friday, February 18, 2011

2. First Bell

Breakfast of champions they say. At least its by their humbling opinion. Heh. I looked at the carton of milk ready to pour on top of the cereal in my bowl when my mom stopped me and asked me to look at the expiration date. It was two months past I said. She said to throw it out. I did, not before emptying it though. Spicy.

Mark was understandably late. He knocked on the front door yelling out loud just so the whole world could hear. You know, in case I was dead or kidnapped or something. That's just how a good friend he is. I took my bike out and we rode to school. We actually didn't need the bikes as the school was just 10 minutes walk away, but you never know when you feel like ditching it.

As expected, we arrived just before the assembly finished as all of those who was at the assembly watched us riding our bikes towards the parking bay in silence. We were invisible we thought. Off to detention we went before the first class. As if the school don't demotivate us enough with the way their teaching in class. The school bell rang, first class of the day.

The teacher came in without even spilling out a sound she wrote on the chalkboard the day's homework. It's not as if she even put an effort into giving the homework. She just doodled numbers on the board indicating the page numbers of the exercises in our books. She stood in front of us trying to teach us something but most of the time she just read out loud. Teachers make a habit of reading out loud with the most soothest of voices. I guess thats why half of the class are fast asleep throughout the reading.

As was I.

Thursday, February 17, 2011


If I told you everything you'd kill yourself,
If I told you something I'd kill myself,
If I told you nothing we'd kill the story.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


Everything seems stable for now,
but deep down theres still doubt,
confusion, over analysis.

The rights to make things clear still hangs in the balance.

Monday, February 14, 2011


I've had my fair share of battle wounds,
some won, and some loss.

But now I don't know if I'm ready to loose this war.
I've got nothing to say, tonight.

Even if it means the sanity of my future.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Midnight Scare

In this dark place I sat mentally drained,
emotionally demolished,
physically tired.

And yet when I've tried to die,
I just wander back into that hole,
repeating it again and again.

Floating through limbo,
with nothing but anger, frustration, disbelief,
I cry in silence.

Who are you?
I just need the truth,
Who are you?

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Power to the people

We are a nation that is one paycheck away from murder.